Photo of Gerard in this fic ^^^
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Jamia's body lays lifeless on the floor in front of me, with a tall man next to her.
I was speechless. My heart began to beat faster and faster. My stomach was churning, and I was sweating, nervously. I then looked up at my best friend's murderer, and screamed. I threw the black umbrella I was holding as a weapon, at the tall, masked figure, and booked it.
"Screw all my shit, I'm outta here," I whispered to myself, leaving all of my belongings behind. I ran out the front door, and into my car. I slipped my hand into my right pocket, attempting to grab my car keys, until I notice something... THEY AREN'T IN MY POCKET!!! I begin to freak out even more, searching through my jeans, but still not finding my keys. Then, after a minute, I decided to give up, and abandon my car. I quickly grab my pack of cigarettes from the cup holder, before exiting my vehicle. I notice that the door to the house is still closed, and I start to sprint away.
After about 20 minutes of running from Jamia's killer, I come to a stop. I decide to just walk, instead of run, to save my energy. I take out my phone from my back pocket, and click the "on" button, revealing the current time to my eyes.
2:10am
I groaned. It's kind of late, and I'm kind of tired, but there's kind of a killer, who kind of killed my best friend, and may or may not be after me next. Damn my luck. I've got no one now... My mom is gone, my dad left way long ago, and Jamia is gone. I've got nothing left...
A sudden breeze began to start up, causing me to shiver. I continue to walk down this lonely road, looking around at all the quiet, sleeping neighborhoods. All of a sudden, I hear footsteps coming from behind me. The steps are coming closer and closer, until a sudden clank, can be heard from behind me. I quickly turn around, expecting to see someone, but my eyes come in contact with a slightly shaking trash can. I stop myself from continuing to proceed anymore, and head towards the green, metal trash can.
After about a few steps, I end up within a few inches away from the trash can. My fingers slowly wrap around the lid of the metal bin, and begin to lift it up. I then peek inside of it, noticing it's empty, besides something metal, and really familiar. My car keys. I quickly grab the keys, and put them in my pocket, but a small piece of paper comes to my attention. I pick it up, and lift it out of the trash. When I unfold the paper, it reveals a bit of writing on it.
"69420 Cemetery Drive
Belleville, New Jersey 6669420"
After reading the address a couple times, I take my phone out, once again, and search it up on "Google Maps." I clicked on the directions. The drive was 10 minutes, and the walk was 27 minutes. I groan. I'm too lazy to walk that much, but I decide to do it anyway.
After about 25 minutes, I get a buzz from my phone.
Unknown:
You take forever to walk, slow shit.
Sent 2:45am
"What the fuck?" I whisper to myself. Who is this stalker??? The only person that comes to my head is the man... The man who killed Jamia... I began to panic(! at the Disco) immediately. I start to shake, and it's not because of the cold weather. The cemetery, that the note had written, was just a few feet away. I could feel the presence of someone, and it scared the living shit out of me. I decided to fuck it, and make the best of it. I proceed down the sidewalk, until I come face to face with metal bars. The cemetery gates. I slowly grab hold of the handle, and pull. Nothing happens. I begin to pull again, this time a little harder, and the gates suddenly opened. I cringed at the creaking noises it made.
The gates to the cemetery finally open, and I slowly step past them. I stumble across the first grave in my path.
"Here Lies Ray Toro. 1896-1967"
Damn this cemetery has been around for a while.
I come across two more gravestones. The first one said:
"Here Lies Mikey Way 1922-1943. He was a wonderful brother and son, and will be remembered forever."
The second one however...
"Here Lies Gerard Way 1918-1943. He was a disappointment to the Way family, and deserved what has come upon him."
"Aww poor Gerard," I said out loud. Whatever he did couldn't be too bad, could it? I continue to observe the cemetery a little more.
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About two hours have passed now, and I just finished reading the last gravestone.
"Here Lies Benjamin Barker. He was the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. He got what he deserved for ending all those lives."
Damn, whoever this Barker dude is had it coming.
A sudden crunch of a leaf took me out of my thoughts. Fuck, I'm not alone. I close my eyes tightly, and quickly turn around, waiting for someone to attack, but nothing happened. My eyes slowly open, revealing a tall dark figure. The same figure from before.
